I carry witching words with me to remind me of my dream of empathy. These spells are written for shared darkness and the dream of empathy in leaking souls. My dream of empathy.
Tag Archives: romance
“Will we live enough?”
„How can you be so sure that this it not it?“, she asks the boy with the dramatic eyes a question she knows she should avoid, as the witch is watching from the distance.Sitting by the river, probably, and having some vanilla ice cream. As their eyes meet, they kiss. „This could easily be theContinue reading ““Will we live enough?””
Tale about a bespelled heart
“You put a spell on me!” When she was,His chest was burning.When she spoke,He wished for her to sing.When she moved,His body yearned to follow.Wherever she went,To her home.Where she would rest,Would change her clothes,Would clean her skin.Or even further,Into the forest,Where she would sing.Would pick up flowers.Or receive secretly kisses.She made him do this,HeContinue reading “Tale about a bespelled heart”
Words for my spring flame
The late weeks of winter have a promising glow.Welcoming raindrops and roses to grow?Asking for a poem?Asking for a kiss?We were never fit for winter.We made it melt away too soon.But purple skies,Cassiopeia in the east…remind of your return once more.
Tale about a witching romance
“Sometimes, a shadow knocks onto my door”, my witch giggles, with tears on her cheeks and flowers in her hair. “And when he does, I’m glad about my leaking soul.” “I call him my shadow,Because he moves too slow for eyes to see,And lingers in those places where most souls won’t go.I call him myContinue reading “Tale about a witching romance”
“I wish we’d fit the picture frame.”
“I wish we’d fit the picture frame”, were words whispered onto a window covered in rain drops. And if so,would these hands still play with ebony hair?Would there be arms to hold onto, strong but fragile?Fragile in the end, but holding on,although her shoulders escape the neckline of her dress?The picture frame? “If we’d fitContinue reading ““I wish we’d fit the picture frame.””
Tale about a distant love
“I had a dream about missing you.In that dream, I missed you oh! So badly, I caught the next train.I caught the next train to you, and as the gray distance was flying by, I thought of your eyes on me!Of hearing your breath, and of all of you … …and I realized how shockedContinue reading “Tale about a distant love”
With needles and giggles
When the fire had burned down, she wished she could have loved as someone else. As the faithful housewife. As the promising young woman. When the last flames where crackling, she wished she had not loved as the witch. Equipped with needles. Once the storm was over, she wished she could have kissed as someoneContinue reading “With needles and giggles”
Tale about losing a heart
“Oh, what am I doing to my heart.” … A witch once asked herself,after climbing the city wall,While embracing the distanceOf foreign tree tops and hills,The lights of houses in her back,Welcoming the shadow waiting for her,Losing hold and jumping down,Into untamed grass,Reaching for his shadow hand,Being pulled awayFrom rooftops and street lights,Looking into eyesWhichContinue reading “Tale about losing a heart”
Tale about broken skin
„You put this skin back into place.“ Under a full moon in spring,with a song echoing through a nightending with a purple skyHands found skinfound this skin that was holdingsomething that was ill shaped.This skin was stretched too farand almost ripped apartUntil there were these handsto hold itand to cover all it‘s holesfor it toContinue reading “Tale about broken skin”
Locked up with love!
Have her candles burned down?Have her matches been used?But she is still alive? Has her chocolate been eaten?Has the paper been wrapped around her fingers?As sparkling rings? Have her flowers died?And the blossoms been collected, cherished and cared for?She was locked up. Are there bars before her window?Painted in gold?Yes?Oh, she was locked up withContinue reading “Locked up with love!”
Mistress witch writes 